Blackfeather Woods Hello Darkness My Old Friend

the swamp. as the boy had walked, he had pondered the male's words and what they meant. finally, when they reached this part of the wood, the last dry part before it faded into the murky, obscure swamp. the boy stared into the void that was the swamp before turning back to the male, gaze resolute. the swamp could wait. he knew what he wanted now.

"You can fight. teach me." it was not a question, but a statement, and the male would not, could not, disobey. his ice gaze was hard as he stared at the other, though a single word of approval would have his gaze soften, his ears perk in alertness should instructions be forthcoming.
he would not speak again.